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Weekly Contest #249
He liked coffee, the richer and nuttier the better. No sugar or milk. They bury the taste, he’d say. Steal its spark. When Magda would visit, his whole house would soon swell with the sweet aroma. Before Grandad even produced the steaming cafetiere and fine bone china, her spirits would be lifted, her dramas unravelled and ready to spill into his welcoming ear. And what he lacked in wisdom, he made up for with jokes and games. Either way, he always knew what to say for a smile, a boost in confidence, an eye-opening truth. This silence did no...
Weekly Contest #207
10am I know that hyena smile—toothy but awkward beneath ominous eyes. It means she wants something, usually unpleasant, but is trying to be polite about it. I brace myself, while returning a more cordial smile, the one I wear five hours a day for customers and colleagues alike. My shield. 'What's this about a course you're doing?' she asks, her interest tinged with judgement. 'Yes, I've started an Access course. It's nearby. Fits perfectly on my days off. It's quite cool so far,' I reply, unsure what her complaint is this time. She saves me...
Weekly Contest #199
'Books smell of time, don't they?' Holly mused, taking a long wistful sniff of the bookstore. 'I'm stealing that,' Ben singsonged as he made for the shelves on the left, nodding to the clerk at the till. Holly followed him. 'I better get royalties.' When she stopped beside him to read the spines on the shelves, he took her fingers between his. 'I've dedicated all my books to you. You want my money, too?' he gave an exaggerated gasp. 'I want everything.' Her sneer brightened his face in a way Holly hadn't seen in a while. Her heart lept at h...
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